February 2012
5 posts
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“How she hoped he missed her, cause God she missed the way he kissed her.”
I miss being kissed. It’s been too damn long.
;)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.
FOB
I wish I was looking into your eyes...
“He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth. He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself. Cause when I’m with him, I am thinking of you, what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night. Oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes.”
Michaela Says,
This song is beautiful, in a sad way. To want someone you can’t have, and trying to move on. You just can’t...
What is time?
What is color?
What is appreciating?
Does the past exist?
Does time exist?
Do we exist?
I need to invest in some Mary Jane to survive my art appreciation class.
Michaela says,
You should NEVER answer a question like “do we exist?” unless you’re stoned.